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Our Nation Is Ill

OUR NATION IS ILL
Doom Days Drum
Blood and war on the hill
The centre is shattered
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Ola Olawale
Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti
The Slow Love Song...

Woke up with an empty feeling,
Missing you in my surrounding.
In my bed I kept on wishing,
Hoping I'd never stop dreaming.
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Az Mo
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
A Memory

It all seems like yesterday,
When the sun made a pathway,
The waves soaked my feet,
The ocean played a song
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Az Mo
Poetry

Poetry is a painting of words,
The colours are our tears and thoughts,
That flow from the mind to the pen in hand and onto the paper.
The different figure of speech and tone used in poetry enhances its texture.
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Salma Hatim
Wishes For My Son, Born On Saint Cecilia’s Day, 1912

Now, my son, is life for you,
And I wish you joy of it,-
Joy of power in all you do,
Deeper passion, better wit
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Thomas Macdonagh
Rain

The sky is now cloudy
The wind has started to blow up
The birds are flying away in their homes
The tunder is ringing now
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Océane Malongo
It Weeps In My Heart

Il pleut doucement sur la ville.-ARTHUR RIMBAUD


It weeps in my heart
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Paul Verlaine
A School Song

Prelude to "Stalky & Co."


"Let us now praise famous men"--
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Rudyard Kipling
Pleasure

A Short Poem or Else Not Say I

True pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,
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Charlotte Brontë
Not Perfect

I'm not full of answers
Nor full of questions
I sense what my heart follows
Maybe I take suggestions
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Az Mo
Walt Whitman

I

I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
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Walt Whitman
Beautiful Dreamer Serenade

1 Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
2 Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
3 Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
4 Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!
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Stephen C. Foster
How Much Of Godhood

How much of Godhood did it take-
What purging epochs had to pass,
Ere I was fit for leaf and lake
And worthy of the patient grass?
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Louis Untermeyer
The Bluebird

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
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Emily Huntington Miller
The Congo

A Study of the Negro Race


I. Their Basic Savagery
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Vachel Lindsay
Christ Crucified

Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way
To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day;
And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,
But suddenly the world of night a pandemonium seemed.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Mazelli: Canto Iii

I.

With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,
Wide waves the morn her golden wing;
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George W. Sands
Loot

If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,
You will understand this little song o' mine.
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Rudyard Kipling
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved

Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
And dream about the great and their pride;
They have spoken against you everywhere,
But weigh this song with the great and their pride;
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William Butler Yeats
For To Admire

The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles
So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;
There aren't a wave for miles an' miles
Excep' the jiggle from the screw.
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Rudyard Kipling
A Little While

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
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Sara Teasdale
Trapped Dingo

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red
your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,
they crushed out your throat the terrible song
you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying
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Judith Wright
The Bat Is Dun, With Wrinkled Wings—

1575

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings-
Like fallow Article-
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Emily Dickinson
The Corn-stalk Fiddle

When the corn 's all cut and the bright stalks shine
Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;
When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,
And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
Wind Song

LONG ago I learned how to sleep,
In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money and throwing it away,
In a wind-gaunt orchard where the limbs forked out and listened or never listened at all,
In a passel of trees where the branches trapped the wind into whistling, 'Who, who are you?'
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Carl Sandburg
Song On May Morning

Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
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John Milton
Men Of Harlan

Here in the level country, where the creeks run straight and wide,
Six men upon their pacing nags may travel side by side.
But the mountain men of Harlan, you may tell them all the while,
When they pass through our village, for they ride in single file.
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William Aspinwall Bradley
The Complaint Of Lisa

There is no woman living that draws breath
So sad as I, though all things sadden her.
There is not one upon life's weariest way
Who is weary as I am weary of all but death.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
In The Wilderness

Alone in desert dreary,
A bird with folded wings
Beholds the waste about her,
And sweetly, sweetly sings.
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Morris Rosenfeld
The Song Of The Dead

Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges --
They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.
Song of the Dead in the South -- in the sun by their skeleton horses,
Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust
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Rudyard Kipling
A Song In Storm

1914-18


Be well assured that on our side
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Rudyard Kipling
To A Fallen Elm

Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
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John Clare
Little Boy Blue

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
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Eugene Field
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog

Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
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Oliver Goldsmith
The Song Of The Ungirt Runners

We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
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Charles Hamilton Sorley
By The Arno

The oleander on the wall
Grows crimson in the dawning light,
Though the grey shadows of the night
Lie yet on Florence like a pall.
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Oscar Wilde
Song: Soon As The Glazed And Gleaming Snow

Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow
Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear,
The hunter of the west must go
In depth of woods to seek the deer.
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William Cullen Bryant
The Colored Soldiers

If the muse were mine to tempt it
And my feeble voice were strong,
If my tongue were trained to measures,
I would sing a stirring song.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Gift To Sing

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day-
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James Weldon Johnson
God

God looked into his secret heart
to find a word
To bless the living throng below.

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Harold Pinter
The Song Of Empedocles

And you, ye stars,
Who slowly begin to marshal,
As of old, in the fields of heaven,
Your distant, melancholy lines!
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Matthew Arnold
Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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W. H. Auden
Under Which Lyre

A REACTIONARY TRACT FOR THE TIMES

(Phi Beta Kappa Poem, Harvard, 1946)

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W. H. Auden
Voltaire At Ferney

Almost happy now, he looked at his estate.
An exile making watches glanced up as he passed,
And went on working; where a hospital was rising fast
A joiner touched his cap; an agent came to tell
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W. H. Auden
Bianca Among The Nightingales

The cypress stood up like a church
That night we felt our love would hold,
And saintly moonlight seemed to search
And wash the whole world clean as gold;
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 07 - The Face Of All The World Is Changed, I Think

VII

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 21 - Say Over Again, And Yet Once Over Again

XXI

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 22 - When Our Two Souls Stand Up Erect And Strong

XXII

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 32 - The First Time That The Sun Rose On Thine Oath

XXXII

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Home Thoughts, From Abroad

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
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Robert Browning
Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning
A Dream Pang

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
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Robert Frost
A Line-storm Song

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
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Robert Frost
A Minor Bird

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
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Robert Frost
Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music-hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
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Robert Frost